When they come from the over the mountain   Yeah we’ll run we’ll run right around them   We’ve got no guns no we don’t have any weapons   Just our cornmeal and our children      The dust drowns   The dark clouds   But not us   But not us      While we pay for mistakes with no meaning   All your gifts and all your peace is deceiving   And still our pain dissolves with believing      That peace comes, their peace comes   That peace comes, their peace comes      Now that our bones lay buried below us   Just like stones pressed into the earth   Well we ain’t known by no one before us   And we begin with this one little birth      That grows on, that grows on   That grows on, that moves on      Cripple crow say something for our grieving   Where do we go once we start leaving   Well close that womb   Or else keep on bleeding   And change your tune   It’s got no meaning